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Patricia didn’t know much about the intimate relations between men and women, after they were married. Her mother had given her a rushed talk prior to the wedding about submitting to her husband in the marital chamber and the joy of having children because of it. But nothing about what actually would happen.
She had overheard the maids giggling about it sometimes, over the years. She had deduced from these whispered conversations that the man ‘took’ the woman in some way and it often happened quickly in the dark. But she knew instinctively, as she stared at the Duke’s proud manhood, that he was about to do something to her that would forever change her.
“Do not be scared,” he whispered again. “It is nothing to fear.”
She nodded hesitantly. And then, she slowly put her hands upon his chest, feeling him, for the very first time. He groaned in pleasure.
Boldly, she swept her hands down his stomach. His skin was softer than she had anticipated, and it felt good to touch him. For a moment, she hesitated, before tentatively placing one hand upon his manhood.
Her eyes widened further. It was as hard as a rock, but the skin was soft, and it was hot and almost throbbing within her grasp. He placed his hand over her own, moving it up and down the length of it. He groaned again. She was pleasing him. And instinctively she knew he was teaching her, the way that he liked to be held in this place.
Suddenly he broke the contact, sweeping her up in his arms and carrying her to the bed. He lay her gently down in the center of it before climbing onto her. They kissed, straining against each other. She felt like her whole body was on fire as his hands swept over her again and kneaded her breasts fiercely, before sweeping lower and touching her at the very core. Her most private place.
She cried out in pleasure as well as shock as he parted her, stroking her fiercely but tenderly. She was so wet his fingers almost slipped from her flesh. Those extraordinary sensations were building slowly, intensifying in the most dramatic way, as if she were climbing towards an unknown peak. Abruptly, she cried out, as it swept over her in the most intense waves. She felt as if she had reached heaven itself.
Suddenly, he parted her legs wider, settling himself between them. There was a short, sharp stab of pain as his manhood slipped into her. In some far corner of her mind, she knew that if she had not been so wet down there – if he had not taken the time to arouse her so fiercely – it would have hurt much more.
He simply stared at her for a moment, as if he was savoring this first joining of their flesh. She gazed up at him, trembling all over. What happened now?
She didn’t have to wait long for the answer. Slowly he started to move within her, going deeper into her body. It wasn’t hurting any longer. In fact, it felt so unbearably good that she instinctively arched her hips wanting him to go deeper still.
He liked that because he suddenly gripped her hips, pulling her up to meet him, as the rhythm quickened. She cried out in pure wonder, gripping his back tightly, as he kept plunging into her. Those sensations were growing stronger and sweeter, once more. How was it possible?
A sweat broke out over her entire body, and she could feel his skin was slick with sweat as well as if he had been beset by fever. She was trembling now, straining against him, riding a pure wave of pleasure that grew higher with every moment. Until suddenly it burst around her, as if a million stars had abruptly exploded in the night sky. The most intense, amazing sensation that she had ever experienced in her life…even better than the first.
Patricia cried out, riding the intensity of it, shuddering through her body. Would it ever end? Because she never wanted it to. She cried out again. Suddenly, he gripped her tightly and started to convulse. He cried out as well, twisting into her until he abruptly stopped, falling heavily upon her.
It was over. That wild sensation was slowly abating, filling her with little aftershocks of pleasure. She closed her eyes, suddenly so deliciously drowsy she thought she might fall asleep entirely.
“Patricia.” His voice was a whisper.
She slowly opened her eyes. He had pulled away from her and was gazing down at her, so tenderly that her heart twisted in her chest. Slowly, she reached up and caressed his face. Her hand drifted over his scarred right cheek, feeling the uneven surface.
He flinched, about to pull away, but she boldly resumed her caress. She wanted him to know that she didn’t care about it, that for her it was just a part of him. Gently, she continued. He stilled, gazing at her intently.
“You are beautiful,” she whispered. “You have given me pleasure that I never dreamt existed.”
He turned his face, fiercely kissing the palm of her hand. She reached out her other hand, stroking his hair tenderly. The intense passion between them had faded away into this blissful reverie. She felt like she could stay like this forever.
It was done. She was truly a married woman, in every sense of the word. It had been the most amazing experience of her life. Briefly, she thought of Lord Cardigan, trying to imagine what it would have been like with him if he had become her husband.
Her eyes filled with sudden tears. She knew it could never have been the magical experience it was with Jackson. He evoked those feelings within her. It was his hands alone that held the key to her body.
Fervently, she thanked the Lord that she had chosen him and not the other man. If only she could get rid of this guilt that was gnawing at her like a mouse on a wheel of cheese. For how was Jackson Fisher, the Duke of Merriweather, going to react when he found out the true reason she had married him?
